Popping His Cherry

The Druken Promise(4)

Zalia

Senior prom

High school has passed by so fast, true to their word Nolan and Sonia have done everything possible to make my life a living hell. It became worse when they noticed Nigel and I were close, they teased us so much and the number of times they had pranked us was uncountable.

The one thing I was proud of was that never cried, no matter how painful what they did was. I owe it mostly to Nigel, or Nightingale as they called him, he always knew how to make me laugh no matter the situation.

I think he is the most talented,intelligent person I know. I spent so much time with him so I can guarantee I'm not exaggerating. He's a programming genius and though I have absolutely no idea what he does I know it's way above the average high school student.

We were pretty close, we were best friends, our parents had come to accept seeing us together, though it took my mom a while. I understand, no parent would want their teenage daughter so close to a member of the opposite s*x.

It turns out Nigel is on an academic scholarship, that makes sense since his family is a middle class one, his parents are so cute. He is like the younger version of his father, I doubt there anyone his dad's age that gets excited like a kid in a candy store over a new superhero movie . And his mother is plus sized like me.

I had developed a crush on him after a month of knowing him. While other girls were busy trying to catch the attention of jocks or other cool kids I was happy getting to spend time with Nigel.

In my opinion he was cuter than any of those football players. Not to mention way smarter. He really helped me to get my grades up.

If not for him I would've been slipping since I came from a whole different educational system.

He was really kind and understanding and he always got me a gift on my birthday and on holidays.

This year he gave me a card, an expensive box of chocolate and a beautiful locket with a picture of us in it for Valentine's day.

I don't know if he meant it romantically or not but that made me realise I was way past a crush and my feelings were far deeper than I thought.

I was scared to even think about love but that's the only thing that can describe what I'm feeling.

I talked to my mom about it and she agrees with me.

She was okay though she warned me not to do anything stupid because of it.

I still needed a man's opinion so I talked to Reid. We've actually gotten quite close over the years.

He spoils me rotten and treats me like his own daughter. I always wondered why he didn't have any children but I found out by accident while looking through some papers on his desk that he's sterile.

It's such a pity. He'd make an amazing father.

Talking to him about boys was kind of weird but he made me feel at ease and it was actually quite funny.

He told me to simply ask Nigel. As if! He obviously doesn't get how things are done.

His point was that if women could ask men to marry them why couldn't I ask a boy if he liked me?

Once again he was obviously not up to date with high school rules.

Today was our senior prom but we weren't going.

Instead we were having a little celebration of our own.

Nigel was going to MIT to study Programming so we wouldn't be seeing each other much. I still hadn't decided what I wanted to do yet.

I was going to take a year off schooling to decide.

When I first moved I was so sure I'd go back home to Ghana when I could but now I'm not so sure. Reid made sure we visited home at least once every year.

The last time I went I had no one to talk to. All my friends were at boarding school and when they came on holidays they ignored me. I tried talking to them but I couldn't. They had made new friends, had adventures in the boarding house that I could never understand.

I spent a lot of time with my family but I called them often so there wasn't much to catch up with. I did enjoy playing with my little cousins though and seeing my dad's tree.

I was very confused but today wasn't the time for that.

We had my house to ourselves since my parents were going for a weekend long couple's retreat. They trusted Nigel and I not to do anything stupid but my mom still made sure to have the talk with me and get me on the pill.

I had set up my room,gotten the movies ready and stocked up on snacks.

The doorbell rang. Nigel was here.

I practically run to open the door. Smiling widely as I opened it.

"Hi, " I breathed more than said, my body is not used to running. He came in and I closed and locked the door. When I turned he was holding a purple corsage out.

"Even if we're not at the dance this is still our prom, and there's no one else I would go with than you." He said giving me a hug and slipping it on my wrist.

When he did things like this I really thought he liked me in a romantic way but he never said anything. He is shy but we were so close, we knew each other's secrets why would he still be shy around me?

"Nigel that's so sweet, I can't wait to get started! This is going to be the best night ever." I couldn't help but give me a hug again.

Partly to smell his amazing scent if I'm honest.

Fast forward six hours later.

Four movies.

Countless snacks.

Uncontrollable laughter.

And then boredom.

I don't know where the idea came from but I didn't argue. "You know if we were at prom we'd be drinking spiked punch right?"

"Yeah, Nolan was practically bragging about spiking the bowl with vodka."

"How about we have some fun too, you know drink some wine and dance?"

"It's only fair, might as well have our own prom."

So we did, even though we knew we were underage.

We won prom king and queen of course. We were having fun, the alcohol had numbed our inhibitions.

Then we really began to feel the effects. I still don't know how it happened but it was probably due to the alcohol.

I ended up straddling Nigel while he sat on my bed.

I removed his glasses so I wouldn't break them by mistake.

I looked into his eyes, those eyes that had me falling deeper and deeper every time I looked at them. This close I could see every little feature of his head. I couldn't help but be drawn to his lips. I wonder if he had ever been kissed.

"Have you ever been kissed?" The question just popped from my mouth.

"No, no one has ever wanted to." He blushed while responding.

"Me neither." Before he could respond I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. It was beautiful. Simply perfect.

It took him a few seconds to respond but he did. We pulled away to get some air. Before I could lose courage I blurted out my feelings.

"I love you Nigel, like love love. I think you're the most handsome and smartest boy I've ever met."

I closed my eyes not being able to look at him after saying it.

A few minutes later I heard it, the words I'd been dying to hear.

"I love you too. I think you're so pretty and amazing." He said and kissed me softly for a second.

"Nigel I guess this means we're both virgins." Once again the liquid courage was doing it's job.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we should have s*x even though I love you and I really want too. Your first time should be special and not when we're drunk. Just know I wouldn't have it with anyone else other than you."

Is it any wonder why I love him, he's so thoughtful.

"Let's make each other a promise." I said firmly another idea forming in my head.

"Let's make a pact to lose our cherries to each other." I said looking into his eyes.

"Deal. I love you."

"I love you too."

He pulled me closer and lay on the bed, covering us with the blanket and cuddling me. I snuggled more into him till I was comfortable and then we fell asleep.